Abigail’s Second Life (Abigail and Sean) novel Chapter 774

Simond's cold gaze fixated on Martin.

Martin shivered and stuttered, "My son used it for a few days, but... due to plans changed, I haven't had a chance to see its effects yet."

"The prescription? Wasn't it a letter?" Simond confirmed during his investigation that it was indeed a letter.

The request for Martin's help for Larry was in the letter, and the prescription inside was beneficial for Larry. It was just a traditional remedy for clearing the blood virus, but not for this individual.

"The letter and the prescription are combined. It's a new prescription. You know Eswadians like to create cryptic puzzles." Martin murmured with a touch of nostalgia. "Alice was very talented. She wrote many things that only I can comprehend. That's why we got married back then."

Simond remained unfazed.

He seemed like a different person, devoid of the emotions typically associated with humans.

"Research and develop a medication that can help her eyes see as soon as possible. I'm giving you one month. If there's no progress within that time, I'll personally see to it that Andrew loses both his legs and becomes dog food!" With that ultimatum, Simond turned on his heel and departed.

Martin's legs trembled, and he was drenched in sweat.

After escorting Martin back to his room, Simond commenced the setup of the research institute.

Of course, preparations for these had been made in advance, but they were not yet complete.

He walked into the main castle.

The staircase was steep, and Simond climbed it step by step until he reached the fourth floor.

…

In a four-story study, a middle-aged man sat inside writing documents. Upon hearing a knock on the door, he calmly stated, "Come in."

The middle-aged man's gaze was sharp yet very cold.

Simond pushed the door open and entered. After shutting the door, he approached the man's side and said, "Mr. Simpson, we have located the individual."

"And you've also brought a woman and a child. What's the situation?" Stephen set down the quill in his hand and inquired indifferently.

Simond maintained his cold expression. "The woman requires a potion. Once her eyes recover, she can utilize it."

"What about the child?" Stephen asked calmly, his hands clasped together on the table as he looked at him.

Simond replied, "When the child is gone, she'll follow suit as well. She's just an ordinary woman who's fragile both physically and emotionally."

Stephen nodded in agreement. "Indeed, women are indeed fragile and prone to mishaps when they do something. If you want to keep her, then keep her, but only if the treatment is successful. Otherwise, they should both be dealt with together."

Meeting Stephen's gaze, Simond's voice remained icy as he asserted, "If she recovers, I want both her and the child."

"Are you developing feelings for a vulnerable woman?" Stephen's tone betrayed a hint of surprise.